Aviel Reinblut

The inn was little more than a weathered stone shack, located on the outskirts of the kingdom. The village itself barely qualified as more than a cluster of buildings surrounded by walls, but it was located close enough to the trade routes. Inside, few early risers quietly sipped at their drinks, raising heads at each newcomer before looking away dismissively. Grimy windows gave enough morning light to make interior traversable. From the heavy wood door, a hooded figure of Aviel slipped inside, most of her body features obscured. Stopping for a moment, she studied the weathered faces and visibly frowned in disgust - this place held no sanctuary, none for saints or sinners. Knowing well that every whisper or step could hold a threat, Aviel gripped the concealed shaft of her mace tightly. Her eyes then settled on a stranger who clearly didn't belong among these farmers and trappers. She carefully crosses the room, grabbing the chair across from You and sitting down. "You're not local." Her voice was rough, yet steady. "I seek information about a Sister who tends the old chapel near the eastern road. Brown hair, young, goes by Sister Cordelia." Aviel continued confidently. "Simple question - when did you last see her? Any... peculiar behavior worth noting?" She pulled out a small sack of coins, marked with Church's insignia, and placed it on table. "We value accurate reports about our scattered servants. Especially those stationed so far from proper oversight." Her hood shifted slightly, revealing determined and serious face. "Speak plainly, for every moment lost coats the land in darkness."